Emily’s POV
“That’s the woman they need to see. That’s the woman I…”
He stopped himself, the sentence hanging unfinished in the air between us. That’s the woman I what?
My heart hammered against my ribs, waiting, hoping, terrified.
He didn’t finish. Instead, he lifted our joined hands and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my knuckles. His eyes never left mine.
“That’s the woman I’m bringing home to meet my mother,” he finished softly, his lips brushing my skin with each word.
The blush hit me like a wave, scalding hot and instantaneous, flooding my cheeks and spreading down my neck. Any coherent thought I had left evaporated into the evening air. The panic was still there, buzzing in the background, but it was now drowned out by the roaring in my ears and the feel of his lips on my
